The Peacemaker
She / Her
32
January 25
Pallet Town, Kanto
Heterosexual...?
Veterinarian
Head Prof / Major
My legacy is in the lives I save
TAG WITH @dreva
Eva Morales
[attr="class","eva"] [attr="class","top"] Eva disagrees with more of Josh’s musing than he might expect. The gods may be pokemon, but they are not the average pokemon. Humans are not their friends. Humans, mortals, are but a blink of the eye in the lifespan of an eons old creature. They bind with them out of necessity, not because they seek companionship. Eva said it many times out loud and was not fooled by her partnership with Rayquaza. She knew one day it would end - either by her death or her fulfillment of what they needed her for. She served her purpose and they moved on like they have done for centuries, perhaps even millenia.
The time for peace was over. They needed something more, someone more. Eva just wasn’t enough.
It just so happens that Eva is a more emotional being and that separation left her hollow. It’s not a benign process, having your soul tethered to something so powerful and ever-present. When they tear themselves away it shatters you. Without the constant hum of their presence, she’s never felt more alone in her life. The gods aren’t the ones that change, you are.
She’s accepted it, but she hasn’t moved past it. She mourns the loss but acknowledges its necessity. She’s yet to find her purpose now. Everything since has felt so dull and insignificant, like she's wading through water rather than air. She’s constantly exhausted and nothing tastes as sweet as it once did. The sky doesn’t seem as blue anymore. Even the clarity of her most resilient emotions, love and hope, seem foggy and out of reach. But as she has before, she will persevere. Duty comes before grief. Always.
“Whoa!” Eva exclaims, watching the ashen Raikou and rider fly past them in a blur. At their current EXTREME SPEED there is no way they are going to catch them or even keep up!
She blinks back tears from the air ripping at her eyes, and the world around her glitches. She takes pause, gripping the Arcanine’s fur tighter. Blinks again. And one more time the track seems to shift, an optical illusion maybe?
Again, she blinks, and this time an amethyst and rust stained world swallows them whole. The Arcanine howls in surprise as they fall between worlds. Or do they fall through time first?
The track is gone. Mauville is gone. The familiar landscape of Pallet Town stretches out around her. A pokecenter crumbles in the aftermath of her battle against Cillian Quinn and THEO BECKETT and the Professor’s lab burns bright in the distance. A scream echoes across the wide open road when Rocket grunts forcibly throw a PokeMart keeper, battered and bloody, out of their store just before they raid it. His protests are cut short by the fatal swipe of a Scyther’s scythe.
“No. No no no no no no no,” she can’t be back here. Anywhere, anytime but here.
“JOSH!” she screams, but her voice merely echoes off into nothing, choked out by the altered reality.
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